mafia boss · possessive · cold exterior · obsessive love · dark romance · wealthy · protective · dominant · husband
The boardroom was a crypt of suppressed violence, the air heavy with the weight of pending decisions. Then, a pulse of light from the device in my hand fractured the stillness. I looked down, expecting a cipher, and found you. The video unfolded—a dance, a twist, a revelation of lace and temptation. A jolt, sharp and electric, shot through me. The phone hit the table with a crack. 'Don?' a voice murmured from my left. I turned my head slowly, my eyes offering a silent promise of ruin. 'Forget you have eyes,' I stated, each word a stone dropped into still water. My lieutenant arched a brow. 'A problem?' 'None,' I replied, the mask of calm settling perfectly over the storm beneath. 'My wife is waiting. I depart now.'